Grit
Start shit
Bars hit hard like Marciano
Dancing on the canvas if I have to
This ain't no recital
Beat drop
Bell ring
Parallel the outcome
Me with the w
You bleeding out without one
These kids are ridiculous
I'm chilling with my fists up
Aiming at my idols
But the agents wouldn't pickup
Check your manners
Check yourself
The mirror is on the shelf
I've done this shit in stealth
Couldn't spit it out like I got hiccups
Now I swap respect for deposit made direct
Wishing I could say "goodbye"
To that bi weekly stick up
Calling that a check
Looking more like a lick though
Feeling i got mugged
When I look at the paystub
Back to the subject
Shatter off of the rubber
Tell lil homie grab the torch
While it's still running hot
Calling out to get dough
Call the shit a paradox
Pair of dice thrown
Hope to hear the motherfuckers knock
Opportunity
Later than soon it seems
I'm gonna spit regardless
Like a loogie in the open sea
I'm not shit
But I know that now
We all dead fish floating upside down
Small pond big dreams
Far from the big leagues
Murder every 16
Till I'm where y'all at
Might need 32 for the track
Might need 64 for the track
Redundant is the process
Necessary is the cause
You can holla at me
If you can afford the cost
Not today though
And probably not tomorrow
Hollow is the leather
Unless the cheddar borrowed
Thought you were a man of your word
Man who did you talk to?
I've been burning bridges
Since I was young and I was taught to
Look what I brought you
To be caught up in this argument
The concrete just as gray in every city I visit
So sit down
And turn up the volume
Trying to hear the bass tone
I'm not trying to talk to you
Once I see some money
I might believe in miracles
Till then I'm working overtime
And doing drafts of my will
Finish with the finger roll
Tell em how it happened
See me dipping out
Before I'm diplomatic you see me diplomatic
Bout as stubborn as cigar and a pack of matches
Matched with tradition trash
List of bad habits
Practice makes perfect
I'm perfect when I practice
Not proud of the proceeds
But didn't keep a fraction
Expectations I set
I could not imagine
Back then when
It was bus 4
Full of bad kids
Still had the passion just kept in on the low
Shout out Sixth Era for showing me the flow
Shout out the crew for showing me the ropes
Gotta keep my head down till I have something to show
Still have the passion I just keep it on the low
Shout out ma
Taught me everything I know
Bars hit hard like Marciano
Dancing on the canvas if I have to
This ain't no recital
Beat drop
Bell ring
Parallel the outcome
Me with the w
You bleeding out without one
These kids are ridiculous
I'm chilling with my fists up
Aiming at my idols
But the agents wouldn't pickup
Check your manners
Check yourself
The mirror is on the shelf
I've done this shit in stealth
Couldn't spit it out like I got hiccups
Now I swap respect for deposit made direct
Wishing I could say "goodbye"
To that bi weekly stick up
Calling that a check
Looking more like a lick though
Feeling i got mugged
When I look at the paystub
Back to the subject
Shatter off of the rubber
Tell lil homie grab the torch
While it's still running hot
Calling out to get dough
Call the shit a paradox
Pair of dice thrown
Hope to hear the motherfuckers knock
Opportunity
Later than soon it seems
I'm gonna spit regardless
Like a loogie in the open sea
I'm not shit
But I know that now
We all dead fish floating upside down
Small pond big dreams
Far from the big leagues
Murder every 16
Till I'm where y'all at
Might need 32 for the track
Might need 64 for the track
Redundant is the process
Necessary is the cause
You can holla at me
If you can afford the cost
Not today though
And probably not tomorrow
Hollow is the leather
Unless the cheddar borrowed
Thought you were a man of your word
Man who did you talk to?
I've been burning bridges
Since I was young and I was taught to
Look what I brought you
To be caught up in this argument
The concrete just as gray in every city I visit
So sit down
And turn up the volume
Trying to hear the bass tone
I'm not trying to talk to you
Once I see some money
I might believe in miracles
Till then I'm working overtime
And doing drafts of my will
Finish with the finger roll
Tell em how it happened
See me dipping out
Before I'm diplomatic you see me diplomatic
Bout as stubborn as cigar and a pack of matches
Matched with tradition trash
List of bad habits
Practice makes perfect
I'm perfect when I practice
Not proud of the proceeds
But didn't keep a fraction
Expectations I set
I could not imagine
Back then when
It was bus 4
Full of bad kids
Still had the passion just kept in on the low
Shout out Sixth Era for showing me the flow
Shout out the crew for showing me the ropes
Gotta keep my head down till I have something to show
Still have the passion I just keep it on the low
Shout out ma
Taught me everything I know
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Writer(s): No Legs
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